#btw most of this was written in the middle of the night as a bit of a rant and I didn't proofread it so if it doesnt makes sense... whoops

[science-lings]

Okay so before the part 2 of the fanon tropes that people dislike poll comes out I want to talk about some of the tropes included in it, because I don’t necessarily agree that all of them are ‘bad’.

One of the most repeated suggestions (surprisingly) was Twilight being the emotional sponge or group therapist/ wolfie being the groups cuddly therapy dog. Sure, in canon he’s not known to be extremely friendly but I’ve seen so many fics and art and headcanons that involve wolfie being the chains family dog. I think this whole thing stems from him being reduced to a supportive role in Wild angst and since the fandom has decided that Wild angst in general is all BAD then any trope included in that is inherently BAD and WRONG. But I personally don’t see the harm in wolfie being a little cuddly sometimes. I also think that some people are afraid of platonic male affection and that’s why we may never get a canon hug between any of the boys but whatever, I’m kind of rambling now.

Another trope that will be included that I think deserves a bit of nuance is the child soldier Wild one. I think this one is prevalent bc of child Wild fics and ones where he has memories of being a knight or whatever. But the thing is, this is literally what’s implied to be canon and is an important part of his story and an extremely interesting thing to explore sometimes. But WILD BAD and WILD ANGST BAD. So whatever. I think it may sometimes be used as one of those things that’s meant to surprise and enrage the other links on Wilds behalf, which I don’t actually see anything wrong with. I think we all sometimes need someone to stick up for us and I don’t think it’s wrong to bring up subjects of things like abuse in fics. Just say you don’t like Wild. Again… it’s not like it hasn’t been repeated a hundred times.

I also wanted to apologize to people who were made to think that because they have used some of the tropes in the first poll that their writing or creations are bad. I’ve definitely used a few of them myself and wanted to try to pinpoint tropes that I feel like are nearly universally disliked, that I’ve seen people openly complain about. It was never meant to make any creator feel bad about their work and I’m so so sorry if it did. Everyone has the right to their own interpretation of characters and use of tropes, and you shouldn’t have to be made to feel bad about it. Fandom should be a place of sharing creative works and not tearing each other down, so I’m sorry if I inadvertently did so with the poll.

[speirslore]

band of brothers flirting styles + reaction to you flirting back

(this includes winters, nixon, speirs, lipton, roe, bull, and liebgott! but if your fav isn't here, feel free to send an ask and i'll add them!)

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[dick winters]

dick feels kind of useless when trying to flirt

a lot of it is nix having very middle school vibes of 'hey, my friend over there thinks you're gorgeous btw'

it's very endearing

you waltz over to where dick is and his ears are already red before you even get to the table

he'll apologize abt lew instantly and you frown like, "oh, was it a joke?"

dick immediately is like "no, no, he- i meant it"

his nervous rambling is sooo cute to you, you can only smile and say, "i'm glad and by the way, i think you're pretty gorgeous too."

if his face can go any redder, it definitely does then

when you start talking, he's slowly getting less flushed and more comfortable

but he's an overthinker so he still isn't totally convinced that you're flirting

has to have lew pull him aside, shake him a little bit, and be like, yes they are absolutely into you, yes that is flirting

i do think dick can get super flirty once he's more comfortable, like once you're dating and it's just the two of you, he's so charming and sweet

but the first time you meet, he's just so shy but still very sincere with his compliments

dick is great about making eye contact because he just thinks your eyes are so beautiful

the night ends with his hand on the small of your back

and tbh the spiciest it will get after you first meet is a kiss to his cheek when he's leaving with a napkin with your number written on it

and nix is just watching like a proud father <3

[lewis nixon]

if there's one thing lewis nixon is, he is charming

he's very used to disarming others with said charm

he is such a gentleman... he was painstakingly subjected to a lot of manners and etiquette classes as a child/teenager

and lew now puts it to good use!

he's so good at flirting with his own brand of nihilistic, high society charm

so when you flirt back and respond... he's sooo excited like this is so fun for him

lew is very used to people being completely disarmed by him

but you're not... you grinned when he walked over to where you and your friends were talking and asked you to dance, and pressed a kiss to his cheek when you said yes

he does blush faintly, which is a huge deal for lew because that never really happens

once you're dancing, oh he's a menace

he's having SO much fun, hand on your waist maybeee moving lower

he thinks you’re so funny and lew’s grin and laugh... so top tier

it's so nice when it's genuine, and even though you just met him you want to hear it again and again

he can't stop smiling like it's soooo obvious, lew makes absolutely no effort to hide how attracted to you his is

does not try to play it cool at all like he wants you sooo bad

has absolutely no shame

and it does not take long before you're making out outside the pub, already feeling familiar and warm in his arms

[ron speirs]

ron honestly feels a little silly trying to flirt

it's very hard for him to get out of his own head about it

the most intense eye contact ever?

eye contact is ron's version of flirting

'like why don't they understand i want them in every possible way... i'm looking at them??'

ron really just does not understand, he's pulling out all the stops with his slightly unnerving eye contact

and also just talking, like if he's willingly having a longer than 5 minute conversation with you and actually talking about himself? ron is actually professing his undying love

a lot of just blunt complimenting too, i mean sweet compliments but just out of nowhere, like "you have beautiful eyes, you know."

when you flirt back, touch his arm, and look up at him, he's definitely melting inside

especially if you're normally more shy or reserved... oh he's hooked

he doesn't outwardly show it... at least not obviously... but you can tell from his eyes, the way they intensify, darken, widen, and focus on you

ron does love praise

"you know lieutenant, ron, you do have gorgeous eyes, too."

"and i love your hair, the sweetest curls"

oh he's yours entirely... please give him all the words of affirmation

it gets pretty obvious when he's really responding to your flirting, staring at your lips and biting his lip, moving closer to you

has this smirk that just subconsciously appears

like lew, escalates very quickly

ron is a very physical person and that's when he can really show his attraction ;)

[eugene roe]

eugene is not confident in his flirting at all

he's very very subtle

and he honestly does better talking to someone he's attracted to by just striking up normal conversation and learning about them and not approaching it as trying to flirt

his voice goes lower and raspier if that's even possible

especially if you're in a bar, with a lot of music and voices loud, he just instinctually leans closer to your ear, face so so close

then immediately realizes he's super close to you now and tries not to freak out

gene has to get out of his own head first and when he does that, he can be so charming

he just unintentionally has that sexy suave energy

especially when he drops certain pet names in french

you flirting back is a hugeeee relief for him

and repeating said french? like yes it’s cheesy and cliche but it sounds so nice coming from your lips!

he can't hide his smile at all like, laughing into the sip of his drink

"i'm impressed," he'll murmur

"you should be, i'm pulling out all the stops for you, eugene."

oh he blushes so badly

he lovessss hearing you say his name, he's so used to only being 'doc' or 'roe', it's so nice to actually hear his name, especially coming from you <3

[bull randleman]

oh he's so sweet!

that southern drawl... yeah it's super charming

and the cigar... sorry it's super sexy

i think he would be surprised, pleasantly surprised

and then would immediately proceed to get super shy though

he feels like he's got a good head on him, resourceful, smart, etc

but it all goes out the window when you're flirting with him!

yes he def blushes

also very observant to how you're reacting

i think he would be really into kisses but would be scared to initiate anything

especially the first time meeting you

would love to dance

is he that great... no... does he feel like his hands are way too sweaty... yes... does he step on your foot a few times... maybe

but it's very endearing!

very southern gentleman of course

like he is definitely holding the door open for you, standing up when you walk into the room, etc

[joe liebgott]

joe is incredibly charming

and very honest

like he lays it on pretty thick

there's never any questioning of 'is he actually into me? or is he just talking to me?'... he leaves absolutely no room for overthinking

like you definitely know... there is never a doubt

and when you flirt back he gets the biggest, cocky grin

joe gets into it extremely quickly, will definitely immediately match your energy (and then some)

"doll, angel, pretty, cutie.." he's pulling out all the stops

loves teasing and going back and forth with you

criminal "yeah?" usage by him

the BEST at keeping eye contact, props up head with his hand just watching you talk

skinny, tipper, smokey, tab, etc are all definitely watching from a few tables away, intrigued and impressed, and very obviously

you notice and grin, "wanna give them a show?"

joe would never say no to that! so you just lean forward and kiss him, hand pulling his chin gently closer

and this man is already feral... the noises??? he has range and he's a little freaky, a little spurred on by a crowd, by his friends watching, shaking their heads, caught up into the moment

but ofc when you pull away, oh now he's shy... like he's so red

but make no mistake joe is definitely into it... very very into you

[carwood lipton]

lip feels so weird trying to flirt tbh

very much like, is this allowed?

not as like... alien as ron, more similar to dick in he's just a little, a lot, self conscious

but he's also so naturally personable and kind

and he attracts so many people naturally because of that

including you

talking in a group with a bunch of other soldiers with your friends, you're immediately drawn to him

you smiling at him definitely makes him feel more at ease

you definitely do have to encourage him to relax because he has a littleee trouble holding eye contact, looking down a lot

and then suddenly there’s another man staring at you, approaching you, and standing a little too close

and even though you don't know carwood, you're still looking at him silently for help

and ofc he's very observant of people and situations

so his hand snakes around the small of your back

and lip is naturally protective and careful, guiding you through the crowd

"my prince charming," you say and he of course blushes, muttering a small “maybe.”

"i hope so," you grin and lip can't help but smile too

[don malarkey]

does don really have a flirting style… no

he just tries his best

can hold conversation and compliment you and hope for the best

but it’s very endearing to you

don is SO easily flustered… him even approaching you at talk was huge

big difference him with his friends, he definitely talks a big talk

and babe and bill and joe get sick of listening to him talk about wanting to approach you

bill threatens to go up to you himself. he will snitch on don

but when he actually finally works up the courage to go over to you, all that bravo immediately vanished

don used up all his confidence just getting himself to approach you and he didn't really plan for anything after

struggles at first to make eye contact

goes very red, especially in his neck and ears

but it gets better! and he hypes himself up in his head because you're entertaining him, talking back and smiling at his nervousness

a lot nervous laughter

his reaction to you flirting? first, it's thank god, and the excitement takes over and he's so in his head that he forgets to respond

but gets more comfortable throughout the night, arm resting across your shoulder, cheeks warm (feeling the alcohol) but very content

[sexydoffyman]

can I get a luffy and or zoro with a ftm reader. (the reader is being a bit silly and feeling dysphoric)

DYSMORPHIA

genre: fluff

characters: Luffy, Zoro (lightly suggestive with Zoro)

word count: 610

A/N: I've actually never written about Zoro before. It was more fun than I expected.🦖 Btw I think I might be shadowbanned. Can anyone who doesn't follow me write something in the comments, please?

LUFFY

Luffy doesn't understand. He is more practical. So when you tried giving him hints like "Yo, it's hot, take your shirt off." "I don't feel like it." He would be clueless. He doesn't get why you would want to keep your shirt on when it's so hot on the deck. He is for sure confused.

He also wouldn't get why anyone would hate how they look. "I mean, it's you. Why would you hate you?" He has no idea what he would do if he hated his body. He thought about it for a while. "Nah, my body's cool" He understands why you can hate others, but how can you hate you? He doesn't get that.

After you tell him and the crew these hints Chopper gets a little worried. He's a doctor. He knows what might happen if you hate your body it may not end well for you. He brings up the topic when Luffy and a few others are around. Luffy is again surprised at how can someone hate their body. The concept is totally foreign to him.

He ran up to you after a banquet in the middle of the night when you were, sound asleep on the bed. He woke you up and yelled into your face. "YOU HATE YOUR BODY?" He is always so straightforward. You were still half asleep, so you stayed silent for a while and then answered. "Kind of..."

"But why?" You thought about it. You thought about how to answer him. "I don't like the way it looks." You sighed as you made eye contact with him again. "But I do... how can you hate something when I don't?" You looked at him, and his response made you chuckle. "People are different, I guess."

"That's too difficult." He couldn't understand. "So, like you're sad?" "Yeah, something like that." Now he understood why you would hate being sad. "That's bad you, shouldn't be sad." "I don't like that."

He looked like he just got an amazing idea. He tackled you to the bed and said. "Cuddles help with being sad right?" You squeezed his body and buried your face into his chest. "I think they do." "But I'm not sure, so keep cuddling me so that we know whether it's true or false." "That's smart."

ZORO

Now this man is pissed. "Huh, no fucking way." "No, you're not allowed to do that." You looked at him, confused, wondering if he meant that. "Vice captain's order" You laughed at how childishly he spoke. "It doesn't work like that."

"What is there to hate about your body? I don't get it?" You thought for a while. You thought for a longer while. "I would say my feminine body type." "What that, how can you hate that?" You gave him a confused look telling him to elaborate more.

He understood what he had to do. You couldn't even blink and he was right there, right in front of you. He grabbed you off the ground and lifted you into the air. "You mean that you have the most liftable body type?" He put you back up and hugged you. "Or that I absolutely tower over you?"

You looked his way and saw a devilish smirk. "Or that I can grab you pretty fucking easy?" He grabbed you by your waist and lifted you. Your legs naturally parted as they squirmed around Zoro's waist. He pushed you to the wall behind you. "And because I can fu-" "OK, ZORO. I GET IT. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO HATE MY BODY."

"Wait for tonight. I'll show you how much I love that cursed body of yours."

[yandere-yearnings]

I know Laurent intro isn’t out yet, but if it’s ok can we have a bit of info about him? I really need to know if he is the pathetic type WHO SAID THAT

I understand if you want to keep the info secret until he makes his debut!

ask and you shall receive nonnie, i will absolutely give you more info abt him😌✨️ also, thank you for sending this in, anything concerning laurent always makes me the happiest🥺🩷 he'll hopefully be debuting soon btw!! his intro is mostly written, now i just need to salvage some time to actually finish it😔💔 and yes, he is definitely pathetic haha i will be expanding on that at a later date

With the way Laurent keeps up public appearances, it would be ridiculous for most to entertain the idea that he works in a field where there's more graves than grass. Under scrutiny, his smile alone is enough for people to turn a blind eye to the blood that stains his skin.

Somehow, he's even managed to claim the title of communal grandson amongst the elderly, and he's dutiful to it too — ever ready to lend a helping hand where needed.

Charming, charismatic, the textbook definition of 'sunshine' whose warmth will undoubtedly melt the coldest of hearts. Rival organisations fear his magnetism will lure away their best workers.

The unequivocal respect he commands wasn't built on power and influence alone, though they were important contributors. If you were to ask any of Laurent's men why they'd take a bullet for him so easily, they'd tell you it's because never once in their lives has anyone showed them as much compassion and sincerity as him.

To those under his wing, he's the reliable older brother that never lets them down. There is security with Laurent; in the way he listens, and the way he protects. Since he's aware of being a home to many, he hides how hard he has to toil to keep the roof from caving in.

Clover knows, ever his trusted right-hand. They've been best friends since childhood, so she's the only one who he can't fool. He depends on her for a lot of things — she insists he does. He tells her about how much he wishes this wasn't his reality, tells her about his guilt, his heartbreak. He tells her all about you.

As full as his heart is to pour out to others, love has never been good to him. Desensitised in a world of death and deceit, it's the only thing he's truly afraid of. He wants to trust you. Laurent thinks you'd be able to fix him.

That being said, it takes a lot of persistence and coaxing to get him to take your advances seriously. He's the type of person who'll pamper you with extravagance, but can't seem to understand why you'd ever want to return the favour.

Over time, you might just notice Laurent's habit of keeping the things that make him happy the furthest from him. If you ever ask him why, he'll deflect and change the subject — something Clover will tell you he does when he feels vulnerable. In any case, that'll be the first and last instance you'll see his eyes unmatching the rest of his cheerful façade.

Although not a quality that matches his job, Laurent is surprisingly gentle. He likes animals, and nature, and reading books under the low light cast from his lamp — a gift from the owner of the oddities shop in his hometown. You could join him, he'd never say no.

He has a lot of scars, and a lot of tattoos to cover them up. He knows he's got nothing to be embarrassed about, if anything, they're signs of loyalty. It's just, sometimes, all he wants to do is pretend he lives a normal life.

In the middle of the night, the stack of towering papers on the desk his sole company, Laurent finds himself thinking about you more often than not.

If there was no duty tied to his name, if he were anyone else and less of a coward trapped within constant tragedy, he'd have liked to reach out. He'd have liked to hold your hand.

[dandylovesturtles]

@theplacewhereidumpmyinterests I can't talk about most of them because they're part of an AU verse I want to keep secret until I have the first fic that's part of it written, and idk when that will be (by summer?? HOPEFULLY??), but I guess I can talk about the other one because idk if/when I will write a fic for him (I'd like to but like I am only human)

"more AUs Dandy?" LISTEN all I do is sit around and think about "what if"s, okay?

ok so this started as me being like, hm, we see Lou Jitsu with a rotating door of women, so many he doesn't seem to remember all their names, so it's not totally out there to think he might have gotten one of them pregnant, right?

and thus Marcus (middle name Kyle) was born! literally!

so the story for this is, Lou Jitsu had a fling with a woman in the early 90s, pre-Big Mama. they were both in agreement that the whole thing was casual and it didn't last very long, but oopsie-daisy about six weeks after their last night together she finds out she's pregnant.

she debates what to do for a bit, because, as established, Lou Jitsu is kinda a fuckboi and she doesn't really want a relationship with him. But once she decides she's definitely keeping the baby she feels like she can't just not tell him, right? so she tries!

...unfortunately he's dating Big Mama by that point and she interferes to make sure that Lou Jitsu never meets with the woman and never finds out, because she knows this would get in the way of her plans.

she takes never hearing back from LJ as a sign he just isn't interested in the kid and resolves to single-motherhood. which she is the best at, btw.

she's still considering trying to introduce Marcus to his dad at some point, but unfortunately her kid isn't even 5 before Lou Jitsu suddenly goes missing, with his teary fiancée telling a sob story to the cops. assuming, same as everyone else, that he's dead, she lets the whole thing go, though she does tell Marcus who his dad is once he's old enough to understand everything.

Marcus goes through periods of being obsessed with Lou Jitsu, watching all his movies and consuming every piece of media about him that he can find, and periods where he can't stand to even hear the name. it's up and down. from his perspective, LJ abandoned him and his mom, but he's also dead, so it's not like he can have closure on this ever, right? so it's just a thing he has to deal with on his own.

but he's fine! he's alright. he gets through high school, then college, then accepted into vet school just fine.

then... his mom gets sick and dies.

yeah, that's a hard blow.

but he's alright! he has a few buddies from college he still sees now and then, and he's started his zoo vet residency at the Bronx Zoo (with a particularly special interest in reptiles), so lots of new people to meet that way! he's doing great! he's not lonely at all!

(a few months ago, he was suddenly woken up by a surge of something, like dozens of voices were crying out to him for help, tugging him toward something, saying his family needs him...

yeah, no idea what that was about. he doesn't have any family anymore.)

then the sky opens up and aliens come out.

Marcus is at work, because of course aliens would attack at the beginning of his shift. he spends the day ushering survivors into safe zones within the zoo, using his medical knowledge to handle first aid, and just trying to stay sane as the whole world turns upside down.

and then just as suddenly as it all started... it stops.

in the aftermath, everyone around him is just trying to get home, desperately calling their loved ones and praying for the best. Marcus starts trying to figure out how he's going to get home, because the trains definitely aren't running, and as he looks as his phone for a spark of inspiration, he realizes... no one has tried to call him. his coworkers' phones have been going off all day, whenever they can get signal, as loved ones try to reach them, but... he doesn't have anyone trying to reach him. and as he sits there he realizes he doesn't know who he should be calling, either.

so. that's pretty depressing.

and as he's sitting there, thinking about his life and what led him here, in a now empty vet clinic outside the bronx zoo... he hears a noise. and then, voices.

ah great. looters.

at first, Marcus tries to call 911 - but obviously the call center is swamped. so he decides to take care of the problem himself, going to see who's there and get rid of them...

wait, who is he kidding? he's definitely not paid enough to confront potentially armed looters! he's going to get out of here.

but just as he starts to leave, he hears the voices again - coming from one of the surgery rooms this time. and they're talking about IVs... scalpels... anesthesia...

suddenly he realizes that these aren't looters - they're here to try and treat somebody.

and like hell is he going to let some idiot kill someone trying to do DIY surgery.

so he turns back around and bursts into the room... on two humans, a rat that counts as giant even for New York, and four very big, very injured turtles.

one of whom immediately points a gun in his face. to be fair, that's what he thought would happen.

"Donnie!" yells the biggest one, and, oh, they can talk. huh.

"Relax, it's just a tranquilizer!"

"Donatello!" that's the rat. there's a sound like a whip cracking and the one with the gun makes a startled noise and drops it.

now the rat is in front of him. he's looking up at Marcus imploringly. "Do you work here?" he asks.

"Y-yeah. I'm a vet."

the rat bows very politely. "my sons are seriously hurt, and I don't have the supplies to help them at home. I understand it is a lot to ask, but... we must use your supplies. please, if you could just look the other way."

Marcus looks around at the turtles, especially the one on the table, the one worst off. he looks mangled. he won't live long if he isn't properly treated.

a rat, two humans who look like teenagers, and the turtles. who the rat called "sons". now that he's noticing, they're all pretty short, other than the big one. are they also teenagers?

"...Are any of you doctors?" he asks. the littlest one starts to raise a hand, but the girl grabs it and forces it back down.

everyone else has left by now. he's the only doctor here.

alright. guess he's doing this.

"...okay, everyone make some room. let me get sterilized, and I'll see what we're working with here."

and that's how the son Lou Jitsu didn't know he had becomes primary care doctor to his teenage mutant ninja half-brothers. ^^

(and then a bunch of other stuff happens)

[meloethelavendeer]

Some of my Kris headcanons because they are my second favorite character

And also just cause I need to get these down on to paper (?)

Favorite colour is grey

Some other colours they like are blue and pink

15 years old

Loves halloween

Eyes are naturally red

Their knife is a gift from catti

Sort of struggles with being human, wishes they were a monster

Loves psychological horror games, especially indie ones

Autism

Their favorite animals are rats and cats

Looooves the aesthetic of plague doctors and masks in general

Nonbinary, this is quite obvious but still

Struggles with dysphoria a bit, alot of people see them as quite masculine when they just want to be androgynous

Some outfits include all black ones with fishnets and stuff, a cute pink and blue striped dress and a some neat accesories

Has alot of outfits in their wardrobe, just reaaaaally attached to that one sweater.

100% has tried to cosplay their dark world form

Fucking hates the government

Favorite drink is apple juice

Ex Christian (or whatever castle town follows), now an athiest (maybe pagan)

Likes emotional music and classical music.

Has pulled some pretty crazy pranks before, some even getting in the local papers

"A message written in toilet paper has been found in the middle of the road this morning, it spells LIGMA"

Figured out they were nonbinary with the help of monster teen, they were quite good friends.

Loves the moon and night

100% would be bullied and called a furry in human society

Right handed

Surprisingly agile, tries their best to keep athletic but doesn't really work out

Would absolutely adore ultrakill

Just says stuff sometimes, utters random phrases that don't make much sense

Big anxiety huge anxiety suffering anxiety

Enjoys doing stuff with both their hands and feet, has learnt to play games and write using their feet.

They use this to bully noelle for having hooves (light-heartedly, of course)

Paints their nails black

Tries to do make-up but fails miserably and it makes them really fucking sad.

Loves messing with people, irritating them. One might say trolling them

Their voice is quite unique. It's rather deep but they try their best not to have it sound masculine. They often talk quietly so it doesn't really have that gravel to it.

Oh btw amab kris

Grew up on Windows seven

And the ps3 as well

As a older sibling idk how younger siblings work so like no kris and asriel headcanons

Chill with most people unless they are assholes or problematic.

Trying to grow out their hair or at least make it a bit bigger.

Really really wants piercings but toriel refuses to let them have any (asgore has promised he will do his best to get them some for their 16th birthday)

Really jealous that they can't do magic, learnt magic tricks as a result

Pansexual

Gets more real world crushes then fictional crushes

Says really morbid things sometimes as "fun facts"

Wanted to be possessed by a demon and constantly joked about it

Now that it has happened they do not enjoy it at all , and nobody believes them when they talk about it. Except maybe susie.

They do appreciate it when the player tries to do best by them. Which is rare.

They still want us gone though.

Always talks about being evil but doesn't really want to hurt anybody, they care alot about their friends.

Yeah, that's all. A lot of these are projections, tbh but I'm glad I got it down.

[kerubimcrepin]

Episode 21 - A Bow Meow on the Moon

If you notice a dip in quality of my screenshots, it's because this liveblog is being written from my phone, and wifi was Bad while I was writing the first half.

I am very excited to finally watch this one.

For a variety of reasons, its one of my favorites in this show. And, it is also, coincidentally, one of the most important episodes of the show. Both thematically, and to me, personally.

I know that often, the writers use Joris for exposition, but I love how this implies that Kerubim took him here as a surprise, and now Joris is asking questions.

Though I guess that taking kids out in the middle of the night for some random stuff is just a Dad thing in general.

I'm pretty sure this is the first time so far that Joris has really went "you're Lying papycha!" at Kerubim in the series, which is a far call from the first episodes, where he was, quite literally, amazed over a clothespin because of him.

Joris's growth is subtle due to his age, but it is present. His relationship with Kerubim has matured enough for him to understand that Kerubim might lie to him.

Though it's easy for Kerubim to make Joris doubt his own hunch, even before telling the story.

Btw its funny to see The Lying Guy be like "me?? Lying?? Never!".

Never change, Keke.

This is a very beautiful render of the World of Twelve. Hnn.

...I am not going to survive this episode, emotionally speaking.

I don't really know how to explain the way this episode gets to me.

In a way, it reflects the show, and the franchise in general.

In Wakfu, the night sky, and space itself, often symbolizes the wild yonder, longing for something.

New experiences, a safe place, a home, a place of freedom.

The pain of desires unfulfilled.

...I don't like going ahead, and talking about Dofus Aux Tresors as a part of a larger whole. Because it deserves to be discussed as a standalone work of fiction, like all other parts of Krosmoz. But it is time to address the elephant in the room at least a little bit. (Picture me putting on a tinfoil hat.)

All of these themes are especially sharp when coupled with immortality.

And Krosmoz is, in a lot of ways, a franchise-wide study of immortality and family. How these two concepts intertwine, how immortal characters cope, or fail to. (Especially in Wakfu.)

Sure, there is a lot to be said about the longing that is inherently intertwined with immortality, but there is even more to be said about immortality as a type of longing for the unfathomable, a wild yonder in on itself. How standing at its threshold is similar to stargazing.

Kerubim is a character who wants, deeply. And he wants a lot of different things. As an old man, he longs for his youth, the relationships he lost, and the freedom of adventure. As a young man, he longs for pure human connection, being liked and wanted. He is a perpetual motion machine, even if by the time of the series, he has mostly stopped going.

But he, just like Joris, is a perpetual motion machine. Even if he has seventy, eighty, ninety, or a hundred years behind him, there are hundreds more to come.

That's what makes this show special to me. It is a single step away from the wild yonder of immortality. Just for a second, we can know Kerubim and Joris as an old man and a child, characters we can relate to and understand. But in a minute, they will be moving endlessly, farther and farther away.

Somewhere we can't ever truly follow.

And compared to their lives, this show will end up feeling like a grain of sand. A small snapshot into what they were before life truly began, a pale shadow of the people they will become and the experiences they will have.

It is a show about longing and anticipation. The wild yonder of the future, and the things that aren't meant to be.

It's a show about endings. And it's a show that rejects their existence altogether.

I don't have much to say about the lunarians, or Diane herself, outside what she represents, — so this liveblog came out a bit different from usual, but I hope it was enjoyable regardless.

[eastons-creations]

Even If

A/n: hehe uh happy marauder fandom depression day. enjoy this random thing. Btw this was written awhile ago in the middle of the night sooooo might now be that good lol.

“Remus!” Came a voice bellowing up the stairs as Remus read his book in their dorm room. The young boy fought a smile but rolled his eyes when Sirius came barreling through the door. Imdeidetly Remus’ eyes were drawn to his clouds of grey, instantly melting into them. The rest of this hot young black drifting away. 

Well…until Remus saw a flash of red. It was Sirius’ hair. It was bright red, curly, and short. Shorter then Remus had even seen it. Sirius’ eyes were filled with tears, because if you have ever come across the boy, you know, his best feature is his hair (well in Sirius opinion, Remus had very different thoughts on that (; ). So naturally…he's heartbroken. 

Sirius threw himself into his boyfriend's arms making his next words a little muffled through Remus’ jumper, “How bad is it?”

Yes…Remus was laughing. But how could he not? “Its not that bad Sirius.”

But Sirius groaned at these words and looked up at Remus with teary eyes, “Don’t lie…”

“I’m not lying!” Remus broke out in a grin at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Yes you are…”

“I am not!”

“You know how I know?” His eyebrows furrowed, while Remus raised one. 

“Mhm, how?”

“Cause you called me Sirius instead of Love or Babe or Si or pads.” Sirius' tears were freely flowing now and he sat in a criss-cross situation across the bed from Remus. “Are you not attracted to me now? Cause it will change back! I just have to get someone to help me.” At this point his head hung low and Remus knew he felt ashamed, “I’m sorry Moony…” His voice was meek and quiet. It broke Remus’ heart. 

When he and Sirius started dating it became clear very quickly how much his parents have had an effect on him, cause from the very beginning Sirius believed that he didn’t deserve Remus’ affection. He always worried he wasn’t pretty enough for him, or that if he let down his perfect hair and let it get a little bit messy that Remus would leave him. 

To Sirius’ his looks were everything. 

To Remus, they were only a bonus. But sometimes it's hard to convey that to someone. 

“Oh my love….Not at all!” Remus grabbed the front of Sirius’ shirt and pulled him to himself in a big hug (something that's always calmed both of them down), enveloping the smaller boy into his much larger form. “I’m sorry you feel like that baby. I think you are fucking beautiful no matter what. If you are fat and old, or young and short,” Remus tickled Sirius a little in the side, and Sirius let out a light chuckle, “Or dead and gone, and even if you're ginger…”

Sirius sat up quickly, his tears having dried, “I’M GINGER!” Sirius stands up and runs into the bathroom giving a loud shout into the mirror at the sight of himself. Remus smiled, grateful that his boyfriend is much more able to move past things than himself. 

After a few seconds Sirius’ blushing head poked over the side of the door. “I love you too dork…” Then his head disappeared again, and all Remus heard was him muttering about his hair. Eventually Remus got up to help him turn it back to his normal colour of black. And while Remus figured out what to do Sirius told him about the group of kids who had caused the mischief. Apparently they had put out some kind of potion in all the drinks at lunch to dye all the students' hairs red. Sirius ranted for most of the time about who possibly could have done it, speculating about if it was a slytherin or maybe a Hufflepuff. Remus kept quiet, but in his mind he had a certain Red head that would have been perfect for the job.

****

The ‘I love you even if…’s had continued on with their life. During their years at Hogwarts when Remus got dysphoria about his chest or his scars, Sirius would hold him and tell him ‘I love you even if…’s. Or when Sirius got a letter from his biological family or his brother said something, Remus would do the same. Once, after a mission for the order where Remus had to go off the radar for 2 weeks he showed up at home and muttered.. “Even if you're ginger…” before collapsing in his crying husband's arms. 

When Sirius escaped from Azkaban and was on the run he showed up at Remus’ house, looking through the window. But never knocking, never saying anything, cause ‘Even if you thought I killed them?’

When Remus finally saw Sirius alone after 12 years he hugged him and whispered, “Even when you leave. Even when everyone doubted you. Even when I doubted you.”

On the night Sirius passed through the veil Remus sat in Sirius’ old room crying and yelling out into the empty void, “Even when you're dead and gone.”

Finally when the final curse hit Remus on the field of Hogwarts he heard a familiar voice say to him, “Even when you take forever getting here.” The shorter form hugged him tightly, swearing to never let go. 

[philipjohnclapp]

Could you write a Spike Jonze fic? Not a x-reader. I would love a fic of him jerking off somewhere. Intense and aggressive. Maybe with someone in the room without them knowing. Or even onto someone of your choice. I love your writing btw. It's good to see less x-readers

Car Jacking

Featuring Spike Jonze, nsfw, smut, and a good time.

Word Count: 1775

A/N: Okay, so, I haven’t written in a longgg while, cut me some slack. I put some effort in and I kinda sorta rushed the end! My bad! But I hope y’all enjoy some Spike, I swear there’s no fanfiction of him. This won’t be the last!!

He liked sex, well everyone liked sex. Unlike his peers he wasn’t fucking every groupie he met, or really at all. Guess he was the only one with complete sense. Though, if anyone else had the opportunity to fuck hot shit babes who don’t care about size just your title, they’d take it in a heartbeat. He wasn’t the star or anything. Just a director, producer. Whatever the fuck you’d wanna call it. His job consists of watching everyone ruin his shit, have sex with everything that walks, being a personal driver, drug testing everyone, covering up their mistakes so Jeff isn’t ripping em a new one. The list goes on, it always does.

He can’t catch a break, and that’s that. Groupies though, they don’t really give what he is, all they know is he’s in the beginning credits for Jackass, yet he wasn’t as significant as Tremaine, but he really didn’t care for all that glory. He was less significant, and outside of filming he could just be a shadow, cause he really didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Pretty average otherwise, but average wasn’t trying to coax Steve-O to shove a car up his ass. Or getting Bam to hold a snake for .5 seconds, just hold one! A damn garden snake.

And he’d just get a fuck you, and maybe when he’s sleeping they’d dump a huge jug of horse semen on him as payback. For doing his job, so, yeah. Maybe he was a bit pissed off, and maybe he shouldn’t bother, but it was his job. His job to fucking find areas to film, and deny groupies who slither around his arm at the end of the night at the bar. And he’d be sober, cause he’s the designated driver.

He’s not Tremaine. Tremaine doesn’t have to spend four hours begging Bam to hold a snake, Bam just does it. He also doesn’t have to wake up at four am to get Steve-O cause the fucker is stranded somewhere. Tremaine also has sex with groupies, and if he doesn’t? He has a wife. Tremaine also makes more money than him, not that Spike really cared. He wasn’t ever in this for the money, and as more and more time goes on he wonders what he’s truly in all of this for.

Maybe he wanted groupie sex.

There was two issues right about now, one being he was working. In a damn car, and for once he wasn’t the one behind the wheel, but what was worse is he was stuck in the back. At least when he’s driving he’s left alone for the most part, but now he’s stuck in the third row, wedged between Knoxville and Pontius. And he wasn’t sure how he ever got in that situation. Guess it was his fault he didn’t wanna drive for once, or couldn’t. He didn’t know why he couldn’t, could be the throbbing cut going down from the web of his middle finger down to palm. Or maybe because it’s been 48 hours without sleeping. He hasn’t slept well all week, but right now he was so mentally exhausted that he just might explode. Maybe thats why he was let loose from driving.

Dunn, or maybe it was Weeman who said he’d rather have a dog drive than Spike right about now. And if he could recall he might’ve even laughed about it. Muttering how good of a joke it was with a very agitated look on his face. He might’ve been cooler any other time, but he was absolutely exhausted. Taking a break. Cause remember?Spike wasn’t gonna drive today. instead he was wedged between two dead asleep assholes, both seemingly had a bad snoring problem.

He wondered if they knew that.

Oh! But a charmer, a doll like Johnny Knoxville could never snore. He’d bat his lashes maybe, or look at Spike deadpanned thinking he’s joking, and Spike would say sure. Chris would laugh, and giggle. Cause it’s funny. The whole world could die and Chris could find something funny outta that, that’s admirable. Something Spike was really starting to consider he lacked.

Perhaps one day he’d be unironically funny, or have a charm that even works on guys. Even if it meant he had a two incher, people other than groupies would still like it. Who knows, but instead he’d be thinking about having sex with one, maybe that would fix whatever crunch he’s stuck in. Instead of another beer. Did he mention he wasn’t much a fan of beer?

He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to sit and think about having a groupie, because the more he thought, the more worked up he felt and shifted around between Knoxville and Chris. Fucking Chris kept sleep kicking him, and had one arm wrapped around him like he was some chick ‘cause Chris was a weirdo, and Chris was a cuddler. Knoxville was just about in that exact same situation too. He had no room to himself. Part of him wished he was driving instead, listening to some old country music or something, cause even when Knoxville's sleeping he has to be in control of the music. He’s the star, and once again; Spike Jones is not, and that’s okay. He didn’t wanna fuck groupies and be worth zillions anyways. He had a hand, and that should be enough. Who cares if Chris is trying to cuddle him; and Knoxville could very well be drooling on his shoulder. It didn’t matter. Not right now anyways with his head so cloudy.

Somehow with that stick lodged up his ass he found a way, or that way sorta found him. In this moment he decided fuck it all, fuck the groupies, the car, and everything else for that matter. He was stressed, agitated, and pent the fuck up.

So, he ignored the dudes pressed against his sides and he tried to sit up straight. Once he somehow managed through that he went fidgeting with his belt. Should’ve worn some sweats, but instead he was rocking dress pants. Not very comfortable.

Agitated with his belt after some trial and error he pulled it through the loops and yanked down his fly, which arguably was tough to do. It got stuck halfway down, but he prevailed. Letting out a sigh of relief as he was only a few steps closer. Somehow managing not to wake a soul, and everyone else? They weren’t paying attention. Probably all knocked out up front. Still, he knew he had to be quick, so he continued on.

Not like right now he cared all that much about getting caught, but the thrill of actually doing so made him slow down his movements. He didn’t have that much patience though, shoving his hand straight into his slacks as he groped himself fully through his boxers, before fishing his dick out through his boxers fly. He was about average, he didn’t really know his size. Good enough though, and certainly bigger than Steve-O. Though he wasn’t staring at his dick or nothing, and no he wasn’t comparing dick sizes either. Half the world was bigger than Steve-O.

Still, he didn’t wanna think about Steve-O jerking off. That was like a boner killer, and he didn’t even have one yet! Somehow he managed to wrap his hand around his length, and he was unbearably dry. Cringing with the friction of his hand meeting his dick. Fucking sucked, but once again he prevailed. His anger would carry him through this.

Going back to thinking about what turned him on he thought of brown haired chicks, totally his type, chicks with lipstick. After sucking him off and getting it all smeared all over their face, big teary eyes, and moaning his name, and boy was it working. As he thought he slowly started to pump his length. Still, he was all tense with anxiety of getting caught.

Thinking deeper about this so-called brown haired girl he imagined her nude, and started to quicken his pace, stopping briefly as he rubbed his thumb against his beading tip. Breathing hitching, and squeezing his eyes shut. And then he thought of Tremaine and what it be like to fuck him, or right about now. He imagined Tremaine sitting next to him and Tremaine’s hand wrapped around his hard on instead.

Tremaine whispering dirty things into his ears, edging him on, and Spike glancing into his pretty blue eyes. Ones he could get lost in, an ocean that could swallow him whole, and that was enough for his pace to get faster.

Spike then heard some shuffling in the row of seats in front of him, Dunn asking Bam for some warm beer, and that spooked Spike, yet he couldn’t seem to care much as his strokes got rougher, eager. His stomach was coiling, yet Tremaine just wasn’t enough, not for him anyways.

He imagined instead, Tremaine getting down on his knees and sucking him off, keeping eye contact with him, and maybe even using a little teeth. That made him let out a low groan as he bucked his hips into his hand. He thought of his fingers intertwining with Jeff’s hair and tugging on it, and Jeff wouldn’t mind. He’d prevail and bob his head even faster. Like clockwork he moved his hand up and down if he could get even faster, using his glistening pre-cum as lube. Letting out a rather staggered moan.

And as he did Chris shuffled, his grip on him tightening, and he opened his eyes. Tightening his fist around his dick as he squeezed ever so lightly, before biting onto his bottom lip. It was almost enough to draw blood, and he might’ve. Aiming his dick at Knoxville's thighs as best as he could, giving himself one last farewell thrust as he climaxed, and he swore he might’ve even caught a glimpse of a few stars as he came. With the help of that imaginary Tremaine. His sweet release splattering onto Knoxville's rather pricey slacks. He almost let out a low laugh, his teeth releasing the grasp he had on his lip as he soon let go of his dick as well.

Once he did he looked at Knoxville's chest that rose and fell with each breath he took, and then went a little higher as he looked at his face. Spike's face went ghostly white, Knoxville's eyes wide open, even though he was wearing those too darkly tinted shades. Something about him he could just tell, he was awake. Well, shit.

Johnny Knoxville was staring straight at him, and then he opened his mouth.

[lazaruspiss]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @roipecheur mwah mwah !!

1. how many works do you have on AO3? - 34

2. what's your total AO3 word count? - 65,516

3. what fandoms do you write for? - its pure DC brainrot babes. maybe that'll change one day, but i have a hard time balancing multiple interests

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos? - A Kind Place To Rest, What’s in a gift?, Indulgence, Always a Kitten, Red Wings

5. do you respond to comments? - i try!!! but know that even if i don't reply i give each and every comment a lil smooch

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - most of my stuff is pretty fucked up, but Black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish. and The Leagues That Go Bump In The Night are probably up there? both because they involve Dick experiencing violent assaults with the promise of more to come and because he doesn't compartmentalize/justify/repress it much at all. so he's just forced to experience The Horrors. Damian's chapter in A curse in disguise. is the thing that actually makes me wanna yell though. I wrote that?? I only have myself to blame for making me feel things??? what the fuck man.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - tough question. hm. I was able to pull up like, 6 candidates, but I'm not really sure how to measure "happy ending". Endings that were the most... more happy by the end than when they started...? i guess? There are a few that end on a "and the ship sailed happily ever after" type note. New Beginnings is a bit more enthusiastically happy, because Dick and Kori are just so damn excited to have babies

8. do you get hate on fics? - most of the hate i've gotten has been tumblr anons, lol

9. do you write smut? If so, what kind? - the freaky kind >:) (22/34 of my fics are explicit)

10. do you write crossovers? - nah. thought about it, have wanted to, but it takes a bit more planning than a regular fic

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? - nah

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - no, but i would welcome it so long as it linked back and all that

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? - WAIT YES I HAVE. in middle school i think? during a sleepover a friend and i sat together on a couch and sent emails back and forth, taking turns adding onto a smut fic about british gaming youtubers that i dont think they even knew? also our incredibly innocent/prudish christian friend might have also been there lmao. that fic stayed in our emails im pretty sure.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? - ough...h hg..... jay and cole from ninjago. w other series i tend to be more "pick a fav and explore all possible parings involving them", but i only ever picture jay and cole with each other. for me that means something

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? - oh uh. gotta bust out file explorer hold on. I did plan on making an entire series of fics connected to Little Princess, but I doubt I'll get to that, especially bc im not that proud of that fic anymore. there are a couple more fairly detailed and large projects sitting in my scrapped folder. and i mean, i keep a scrapped folder bc that way i dont have the pressure of finishing it but i still have the option if i want to.

16. What are your writing strengths? - uhm. uh.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - forget to write the words. i also have a bit of dyslexia and miss stuff no matter how much i proof read

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - depends? if it's a full conversation then i think i'd opt for <dialogue> or something like that, but if it's for random background chatter or mixed language dialogue then maybe just use the actual words. kind of have to, in the second case. spanglish type talk is fun actually, like sometimes i just talk like that to try and figure out what spanish i remember

19. First fandom you wrote for? - probably minecraft youtubers? the first i posted online was my hero academia tho. dont ask me about MHA btw i literally only care about kaminari and stopped keeping up like 4 years ago

20. Favourite fic you've written? - uh. hm. Aha! only my third fic but it ticks all my boxes and i love it dearly: Lulu Belle And The Cat-Chaser

[deludedandlostcause]

Don't worry about what other people say. If they want a damn fic they can write a reality show one themselves (without using your plot of course). I enjoy the gifsets, and I'm sure there are other people who also enjoy them. I get it's nerve-wrecking posting it (especially bc everyone's asking for a fic), but just do what you enjoy. I look forward to seeing what happens in the future❤

Oof your second sentence. You said it, not me (but boy did I want to, my God).

Listen, I’ve said this a thousand times before but I don’t think people realize the impact of their words. I know when people say how much they want my AU to be a fic or ask who’s going to write it they mean well and are just excited about where this story could go if it was actually written, but I’m sorry to say I don’t see it as a compliment, not anymore. Initially I did interpret it as people being interested in the general concept of the AU and it drove me to make another gifset for a second part. But now? With every part that I put out and still see people whining and asking who’s writing it, it feels like they’re telling me “Cute, but you know people want more, right?” while patting me condescendingly on the shoulder. And the worst ones are the ones who don’t even reblog the posts, they just reply crying about how there’s not a link or how much they “need” it. 

So... just because there’s not a fully written story ready for your consumption my work is paid dust? Bottom line here is: you don’t need anything, you’re just spoiled with new content (be it edits, fanfic, fanart, etc.) everyday. What you need is to learn how to compliment someone’s work without sounding greedy and learn how to appreciate what people can give you for free.

Don’t get me wrong, people have the right to not like my work and nobody owes me reblogs or anything, but if you’re not going to say something supportive maybe don’t say anything? At this point I don’t even know if I’d rather have people not say anything or scream in my face about what I’ve made is not enough, because that’s what it feels like.

No wonder content creators have been feeling so despondent lately. No one can quench the thirst for more, more and more in this fandom. Nothing is ever good enough and when it is they still struggle to get their work seen because people insist on not reblogging anything. I really hope all those posts sitting in your likes page are warm and cozy there, I wouldn’t want them to get sick if you put them out there in your blog for anyone to see. God, please don’t do that 😌

Anyway, for real now, thank you anon for being a gem and so supportive. It’s messages like this that can definitely make someone’s day. I appreciate you dearly 💗

[shinobuscanonwife]

Heyy!! I requested this before I think but idk if i might have accidentally like deleted it or something butttt… Can you do the uppermoon demons + muzan with a s/o that looks and acts like misa from death note?

Daki

You and Daki are very similar. This is probably why you both get along so well you fight with her and her brother a lot and while you're not as strong as them you are still a big help. You're not very bright most of the time but you have your moments where your intelligence comes in handy Gyutaro complains a lot about how stupid you are but Daki always defends you. "Brother stop being so mean! They're trying their best!! >:(" She loves styling your hair and doing your makeup btw. Like whenever she's bored she just goes up to you and asks if she can do your makeup or hair.

Gyutaro

He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous which is why he's so confused about why you're dating him. You usually only fight with him and you don't really fight with Daki. Your main focus is that he's safe he doesn't really mind that you don't pay much attention to Daki. You both get along when you have to talk and that's all he's concerned about. You got attached to him pretty quickly and he loves it. It makes him feel a lot better about himself and the way he looks.

Hantengu

(I haven't written for him in the past but I'm going to try and write for him this time I'm not a big fan of him so sorry if this isn't that good!)

He's scared of you at first.. But as he gets to know you more he eventually starts to feel safe around you and eventually you both started dating. He's not really experienced with relationships because of how cowardly he is but he assumes with how beautiful you are you must have some experience so he just hopes that if he's doing something wrong you'll tell him. You were kind of childish but he tries not to complain because he is kind of childish too. You like to show him off a lot and it kind of freaks him out a bit. You are quite clingy and he doesn't always know what to do. He gets nervous just talking to you sometimes but nevertheless, he loves you.

Akaza

You both met one night in the middle of the woods. You were both demons so you didn't see the need to try and hurt him. He was an upper rank too so it's not like you could even lay a finger on him but you didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't want to hurt you either. You weren't bothering him so he didn't bother you. You both ran into each other a couple more times so you eventually started talking to each other and later you both started dating. You and Akaza fight demon slayers together most of the time and you could be quite careless. He's not really worried about it though. He's pretty good at making sure you are safe during fights.

Douma

You were really clingy and required 24/7 attention and he loves it. You are very attached to him and he's just as attached to you. You and Douma are inseparable anywhere Douma goes you're not far behind. You're really outgoing and you always seem to have a lot of energy and after a long day of listening to his worshipper's blabber about meaningless nonsense, all he needs is to come home to his energetic s/o.

Kokushibo

He's never met anyone like you before. You were with him 24/7 anywhere he went you went with him. To the point where whenever you weren't with him the other demons would get worried that something happened to you. Your hyper personality helps him relax a lot. After a long night after killing demon slayers, all he wants to do is come home and listen to you talk about your day.

Muzan

While you were seen as naive to most other demons he saw potential in you. Your loyalty was unlike any of the other demons and he eventually found himself falling for you. You both started dating pretty quickly as he confessed to you almost immediately after he realized he liked you. Like I said he saw potential in you and believes you can best one of his upper ranks one day after the right training.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night!

[rina-writes]

so we know that jack is experienced when it comes to sex but what if jack vibed with a girl but it turns out that she’s sheltered and innocent? things like staying sober together? their first time? what if he’s her first kiss?

Jack often describes his ideal girl as “sweet” and “having a big heart.” So, part of me has wondered if he does like innocent girls. I think a couple people have written some fluffy first time smut with Jack, but I want to toss my hat in the ring as well. :D

A Gentle Touch

Warnings: Fem!reader, virgin!reader, fluffy smut, fem!oral,  penetration

Jack held his phone in his hands, tapping his fingernails on the back of it absentmindedly.  He was sitting in the back of his tour bus, the hood up on his dark gray sweatshirt as most of his team tried to get a bit of sleep.  The lights were low and the privacy divider was up.  The glow from his phone illuminated Jack’s blue eyes. He bit down on his lower lip hard as he started at the open message app, your name on the top with a couple of heart emojis. His heart was beating a bit faster as he typed out his response.

You want to spend the night tomorrow then?

Jack’s thumb hesitated over the send button.  He could imagine your shy expression when you raised your phone and saw his message at 1am.  You were inexperienced, but not dumb.  At this time of night, a request like that was not one that came in because he was hoping you’d be baking cookies tomorrow. Jack knew your mind would immediately go to sex, and to be fair, so did his. However, he was open to it not just being about sex.  He craved  being intimate and really getting comfortable with each other. Jack hit send on the message and tossed his phone face down on the seat next to him.  His hands gripped his knees through his dark gray sweats as he took a deep breath.  The buzz from his phone surprised him. It had to be some kind of News notification because there’s no way you responded so quickly.  

You did. Jack grabbed the phone off the chair quickly the moment he saw your familiar icon in the far left of the notification.

The girls are okay with me ditching them for one night.

You sent the message with a kissy face.  Jack smiled widely his phone, one of his hands running a hand through his bronze curls as he kept re-reading it.  He always felt giddy texting you.  There was a charm to flirting with someone who didn’t think the same way as you did.  And it made the rush of realizing you both wanted the same thing a high.

Alright, I’ll send over my hotel details.

Also...it’s just me in the room, btw.  We’ll have it all to ourselves.

Jack wondered if adding the last line was too much.  He hoped that if you got what he was saying it didn’t scare you off.  Jack’s eyebrows went up in surprise at your response.

I’m ready, Jack.  To be yours.

Jack could hear his heartbeat thundering in his ears.  He let out a soft laugh, almost in disbelief.  He closed the app and opened again just to make sure the message wouldn’t disappear.  His little baby bird was ready fly and he had to prepare for landing. He smirked and wrote his response.

You laid back in bed when Jack said goodnight. You had went back and forth after you big declaration about your first time. He asked a lot of questions about what you liked and wanted from him.  You found yourself unsure how to answer most of his questions, but found yourself thrilled to be having the conversation. This was a long time coming and one of your hopes for this trip. 

You were currently enjoying a girl’s trip in San Diego. You had chosen this time frame for the trip because it was just good for your girls, but also good to meet up with Jack while he was on tour.  You often only got to see Jack at the last legs of his tours when he was back in Atlanta or in Kentucky.  It was a treat to see him right in the middle of his schedule.

When you first met Jack, you were surprised he picked you out of your group of friends to date.  You were the quiet one.  You weren’t as forward as your other friends who’s talents were the reason your group had gotten into the VIP section.  You were a bit slower on the uptake when some of the other guys in Private Garden were shooting shots at your group. You didn’t pick up on some of the innuendos and even when you did, you would sputter out a laugh and cover your face in embarrassment. 

But Jack was eating it all up.  He was very excited when a spot next to you opened up and he got the chance to chat with you.  He liked that despite your shyness, you tried to maintain eye contact in order to show you were present. He liked that you didn’t drink and connected with him on his sober journey. He liked that little things like holding your hand, moving the hair out of your eyes, or lightly brushing against your shoulder seemed to make you flush with embarrassment.  It was refreshing for him to be able to be with a girl who hadn’t quite been around the block because it kept him honest too. 

After spending the whole night talking, Jack asked for your number before bidding you goodbye. All of your friends were flirting with people on their own or full out making out with their person of choice.  Jack, noticing the mood, leaned in and asked to kiss you.  You were hesitant, but you nodded shyly.  Jack stroked your jaw gently before closing the space between you.  He could feel the timid tremors in your lips and relished in the feeling of you opening up to him. Your hands that were once pressing into your lap were now softly cradling his neck.  Jack pressed his hand into the small of your back to pull you closer to him. He licked at the slit of your lips earning a bit of a jump from you. He was about to pull back when he felt your hand grab his shirt. It wasn’t a full jerk forward, but enough to let him know that you wanted him to continue. You parted your lips to let his tongue in and he tentatively explored.  First starting by playing with your tongue before traveling to every crevice in your mouth.  Your soft sighs and gasps for air edged him on as he continued to move his head to different angles to get the best access.  The kiss broke when one of your drunk friends gave a little whoop.

Your friend, Mikayla, was standing next to you both, struggling to stand up on her own. She grinned at you as she gave a slow clap in your direction.

“Wait to go, Y/n!  Your first kiss...” She managed to choke out before covering her mouth.  She made a beeline for some garbage cans.

Your cheeks were burning at the call out and you felt frozen to your seat. You couldn’t look at Jack.  How was he going to react to you being in your 20s and never having kissed someone?  Seeing your friend sick pushed you into action. You bolted from your seat, Jack’s eyes still dazed from the kiss as you made a motion toward your friend.

“Sorry,” You turned back to tell Jack. “I’ll...uh...text me?” 

You then turned on your heels and went to hold Mikayla’s hair back. Jack was left there stunned. Less so that it was your first kiss, and more so because it was so good.  As he awkwardly stood up in an attempt to relax his hard on, he realized that this innocent young woman had an effect on him that she didn’t understand yet.  And it was him that needed to be careful.

Back to the present, you woke up Mikayla who was sharing the bed with you. She looked annoyed, obviously still tired from the afternoon, but she obliged.  When you showed her your phone, she let out a yelp of happiness.  She covered her mouth to not wake the other girls and slapped your thigh the phone.

“Are you really ready?” She whispered.

“I think so. I have some extra condoms just in case he doesn’t have any. And I’ve been reflecting a lot about the experience...”

“No, no...I’m talking sex appeal, Y/n.” Your friend explained.  “You know how wearing a nice outfit can make you feel ready to conquer the world? This is the same thing.  A nice lingerie piece can help in the bedroom.  Plus, when he’s fumbling with the straps to get you undressed, it gives you a second to take a deep breath and be the calm one.” 

“I have a cute lacy bra?” You offered. “It’s black.”

“Uh uh...” She laid back on the pillow. “We are going to the store tomorrow. Ooh and we’re going to get you a wax while we are at it.  I’m going to make sure you are set up to have the best first time. Jack better not drop the baton.”

“Thanks bestie.” You said nudging her in the elbow jokingly.

“Go to sleep. You’re going to need it tonight because you won’t get it tomorrow.”

~

You spent the earlier part of the next day going from lingerie shop to the next. Your fingertips were numb from touching all kinds of fabrics: silk, lace, and a lot of latex. You were exhausted, but it was in the third hour you saw the piece of your dreams.  It was a baby blue teddy on a mannequin. It was a floral lace with a deep plunge neckline that went down to the belly button with a crotch-less silhouette. The straps crossed in the back creating a diamond shaped cutout that led to a thong.  You were hesitant to try it. It was not purple which you knew was Jack’s favorite color on you, but the color matched his eyes and looked great on your skin. It was also bold with the crisscross, crotch-less bottom which didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

The sales person saw your eyes and gave you a quick nod. She handed you your size and you slipped into it. You loved the slight coverage it gave your chest and how it accentuated her curves. Even over your underwear it looked stunning. You felt like you were picking a wedding dress the was you twirled around happily.  You purchased it almost immediately.  You practically ran back to your hotel to hand wash and hang it to dry to be ready for later.  Mikayla saw it and gave you a slow clap.  

“Little Y/n is growing up.”  She pretended to wipe a tear.  “Now, let’s have the talk.”

“I’ve had the sex talk.” You rolled your eyes as you took out your outfit for the night.

“No, we are having the pleasure talk.” Mikayla smiled. “How to get your pleasure and his.  The talk I wish I had before my first time...”

~

Jack was feeling a mix of emotions when he walked into the hotel room.  He was grateful that he could throw himself into his concert performance.  For the last few hours, he didn’t have to think about the butterflies in his stomach.  It didn’t help that you came to the venue in a short-sleeve flow-y white dress that went to just above your knees.  You looked so pure and innocent, jumping up and down in the VIP section with your girls.  He tried to resist constantly looking up at you, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of what was going on beneath that dress.  Now, in this hotel room all his questions would be answered.

You stood slightly behind Jack as he opened the door to his hotel room. Your heart was in your throat.  Mikayla’s advice was floating in your head like a guidebook.  You were worried about forgetting a step or doing something wrong.  When Jack opened the door, everything flew out of your head.  He reached over to turn on the light in front of the door before moving to the side to let you in first. 

Your eyes were wide as you took in the room.  There were fake candles all around the room giving it a low light. They surrounded the bed and lined all the surfaces.  Rose petals were dusted across the bed and the air smelled like vanilla.  There was a warmth to the room as you stepped in, each of your steps guided by a trail of roses. Jack closed the door, beaming.  He was glad the hotel staff took his directions well. He didn’t have the time to supervise, but he made his request extra clear.

Jack plugged in his phone to put on a playlist he made for you.  It was a mix of slow tempo romance songs from your favorite artists, him included of course. You had removed your shoes to walk on the carpeted area, the petals tickling your toes as you moved around.  You laughed softly at the rose shaped they made on the bed. It was corny, but definitely fit the ambiance of what you thought your first time would be like.

You felt Jack wrap his arms around you, causing you to jump slightly.  He pressed a soft kiss at the nape of your neck.  He continued to kiss your neck and then move down the length of your shoulder.  You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment.  Your heart seemed to thunder louder in your ears with every peck. It was happening. You were about to have sex for the first time.  You had never even imagined the moment until a couple days ago and now it was happening.

“I just want to say that I am honored to be the first man to sleep with you, Y/n.” Jack whispered in your ear.  “I want us to take this nice and slow.  We can stop at any point, so don’t think too much.  Tell me what feels good. Tell me what doesn’t.  And let’s have fun, okay, baby?”

You gave a soft nod, not sure how to respond to that. Jack had a great way with words. His deep voice packaged so sweetly in that Kentucky accent was his greatest asset.  At the same time, all the things he said sounded right, but didn’t mean anything to you.  What was going to be nice? What was going to be slow? Were you just supposed to say stop? How did you know if felt good or bad?

“Don’t short circuit, babe.” Jack chuckled.  “As I said, we’re going to take this slowly. Let’s start with something you’re amazing at...”

He flipped you around and pulled you into a deep kiss. You smiled a bit, forgetting how long it had been since you felt Jack’s lips on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as your eyes fluttered close. He parted his lips slightly to playfully pull at your lower lip. You reciprocated by doing the same to his upper lip. After teasing tug after tug, your tongue finally broke free to play with his. Jack grunted softly, his hands squeezing your lower half.  You were used to Jack getting grabby and welcomed it, reaching up to give his curls a little tug.  He let out a soft moan as he picked you up and laid you on the bed.  While this was a common occurrence in your make out sessions, it was the first time you felt nervous about it. 

“Relax, baby.” Jack cooed as he sat up. His knees pressed into the bed on either side of you as he gently stroked your cheek. “It’s just me.”

You smiled softly, his brown curls tickling your face. You reached up and cradled his cheeks that became rounder from his smile. You let your thumbs rub gently against his beard and he leaned into the touch. He let out a sigh before removing his black tank top.  You bit your lip as you admired his chest, your hand traveling downward to play in his soft chest hair. Jack didn’t move, letting his hands continue to rest on either side of you as explored. Your other hand followed its twin as you caressed his skin, feeling the rigidness of his muscles as you got more south. You stopped at the waistband of his jeans and looked up at him shyly.

“Do you want me to take them off?” Jack asked.

Your eyes went wide as you turned your face to the side. You gave a short nod as you focused on the wall.  Jack lifted a hand to slowly move your face so you could look at him. His sapphire pools were filled with adoration as he looked at you.

“I only have one rule which is to look at me.” He grinned. “Especially when you’re requesting I strip for you.”

You blushed, trying to look away, but Jack held your chin to remind you to look forward.  You smiled which turned into a nervous giggle.

“I’ll ask you again. Do you want me to take them off?”

“Yes...” You said before biting your lip and adding, “...please.”

Jack groaned, unraveling his thumb from under your chin to pull your lip from your teeth. “It’s crazy that you don’t know what you do to me, Y/n.”

He captured your lips in a kiss as he undid his belt.  You focused on massaging his shoulders, ignoring the clitter-clatter of his belt and then the eventual thud of his pants falling to the ground.

You broke the kiss timidly to look down between you.  You could see Jack in black Tommy Hilfiger underwear that sat low on his waist.  You could also see the outline of his package as clear as day.  Your eyes shot back up to Jack’s face almost in shock, Mikayla’s words of advice hitting your head.

He’s mostly likely going to be a bit hard by the time you see it.  Don’t be alarmed if it gets bigger.

You wondered if it could get bigger than that. You tried to think about the first time you put in a tampon and the struggle that was. This was going to be ten times worse than that.

“Usually, I would ask if you like what you see, but for once I’m worried to hear the answer to that question.” Jack chuckled.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous.” You murmured.

Jack grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest.  Your eyes widened as you looked at him.  His lips were parted as he panted through them, staring down at you.  His heart was pounding so hard that you felt like it was trying to kick you.

“So am I...” He said finally, before flashing you a smile. “But we’re going to loosen up.  We have all night.”

You smiled back at him.  You sat up to undo the zipper of your dress. Jack leaned back slightly, realizing he had been hovering over you this whole time. You timidly pulled your arms out of the dress. Under Jack’s gaze you had a sudden change of heart.  This was completely out of your comfort zone. You pressed the dress to your chest, feeling your face get hot.

“I...uh...” You stammered to figure out what you wanted to say. Was it a warning? A disclaimer? A deflection?

You could tell Jack was thinking of how to encourage you.  His brows were slightly furrowed, concern weighing on his features. You took a deep breath.  You bought this for him.  You wanted to show it to him. You just needed to take the plunge. You released your tight grip on the front of the dress and then slowly pulled it down.  You wiggled to get the dress from around your hips so that it slid off the bed and to the ground. Jack was frozen and you couldn’t help but cover your face with your hands.

Jack couldn’t speak.  Never in a million years did he expect this to be the piece of clothing you were wearing under that borderline church dress. The lacey material left very little to the imagination. It cupped your breasts lightly to give them minimum support, the obvious goal to make them look their perkiest. He could see your nipples clearly through the fabric, the floral prints decorating them gorgeously and he couldn’t wait to let his tongue run across it. The plunge neckline that was incredible and he planned how he would pepper kisses down the exposed skin. His eyes traveled downward and he let out a soft gasp. There it was a fabric cage that did nothing to cover your bare pussy. He naturally glanced away knowing his stare was disrespectful, even though you couldn’t see him.  This was a feast for his eyes and he couldn’t even figure out where to begin.

“Is it...too much?” You asked softly. “Mikayla said I should have went with a baby doll or something that was a bit more gateway lingerie...but the color...”

“Looks amazing...” His voice was deep and husky in a way you only heard when you called him early in the morning. He took your wrists in his hands and pulled your hands from your face.  You were a bit teary, mostly from being so caught up in your head. Meeting Jack’s intense gaze, unable to read what was going on in his mind, made you want to curl up into a ball.

You glanced down and gasped.  So, it did get bigger.  A lot bigger.  You heard Jack chuckle as he said,

“My eyes are up here.” He teased.  “Not that I’m doing a very good job at looking at yours.”

You finally met his eyes and saw his bright smile. It was different than the one he normally gave you. This had a devious tinge to it, but for some reason it made you feel more excited than scared.

“Do you like it, Jack?” You asked him. 

“I love it...” Jack smiled. “It’s...you look absolutely breathtaking. This image alone will get me through the rest of the tour.”

Jack pressed a kiss to your neck. You closed your eyes, relishing in the familiarity of his neck kisses. He kissed your shoulders, teasingly taking one of the straps in between his teeth to snap against your skin.  You flinched a bit and he gave several light kisses over the area.  Pain and pleasure, what an addictive combo.

“A-Are we going to do it now?” You asked, biting your lip.

Jack paused his ministrations on your collarbone to look up at you.  He smiled softly and moved back up to peck your lips.

“Far from it, princess.”  He showed three fingers and smiled. “We can’t start until I can fit all of these inside of you.”

He wiggled them teasingly, the grin on his face getting brighter. Your eyes widened and he laughed.  “Trust me, I can do it. It’ll just take some time.”

And Jack took his time.  He loved the item of clothing so he happily worked around it. Kissing and sucking the exposed skin from your chest and navel which left marks here and there as he went.  He spent a lot of time on your breasts, molding them in his hands and using his tongue and fingers to toy with your nipples. He watched every reaction from you: the embarrassed moans falling off your lips, the arch of your back toward him and how you gripped the sheets in an attempt to relieve the tension building up. He took down mental note after mental note to remember what got his girl going for next time.

Jack finally made it between your legs, pleased to see how slick your fold already were.  

“Let’s do a quick test shall we?”  Jack showed you his pinky.  He brought it to your lips and despite still gasping for air, you giggled softly and kissed it.

Jack pushed his finger into your core and closed his.  Soaked. He could feel how aroused you were and the clench of your walls against his finger practically welcomed him.

“Hm, you maybe a bit further along than a thought...” Jack grinned at you. “...you’re a natural, baby.”

He could feel your core flutter at the praise and he smiled to himself.  He withdrew his pinky and switched out for his index finger, one of the three original fingers promised for the test. This was a tighter fit. He would have been able to get to the knuckle, but he could feel the tenseness in your lower body.  

“My princess needs a bit more loosening up,” Jack remarked.

You were looking down at him, your neck craning to see him as he got off the bed to crouch between your legs. Meeting your gaze, he licked the arousal off his fingers relishing in your innocent, wide eyes.

“This is where I need you to be vocal, sweetheart.” Jack explained.  “I’m going to be enjoying myself down here, but I need you to let me know if you are having fun too.  Can even give me a little tug?”

He winked at you as he took one of your hands and placed in his hair.  You blushed, unable to imagine pulling his hair and directing him.  You wondered how different it would be than what you did to yourself at home.  When you showered before the concert, you had tried the shower head technique Mikayla had talked about in your “pleasure” talk. The rush of water was overwhelming: adding too much pressure to your clit and very little everywhere else.  Mikayla had told you it would be similar to “head” so, now you were a bit worried.  You were already practicing how you would ask him to stop when a loud moan left your lips.

Jack’s tongue was nothing like the showerhead.  His licks were soft, but purposeful.  He started by teasing your lower lips while his hands massaged your inner thighs. He then transitioned to long licks up your folds, the tip of his tongue accidentally-on-purpose always flicking your clit ever so lightly at the end.  He waited until he could feel you bucking into him before sticking his tongue inside.  Your hands entangled themselves in Jack’s hair and you found yourself moaning his name like a Gregorian chant. He spent a lot of time just licking around your clit as if trying to push your buttons.  You squeeze his curly brown locks and choked out a soft “Please.”

Jack grinned up at you, though you couldn’t see it with your head tossed back in pleasure. He didn’t mind because that view was just as sinful.  

“Good girl...” He commended you before latching on to your clit.

Your thighs locked Jack’s head in to your crotch and he swore he was in heaven. He played with your clit gently, giving you little pauses in between by taking time to give your lower lips the occasional suck. He pushed his index finger into your core, it slipping in with ease. He then tried his luck with his middle finger which went in as well.  He knew his third finger would fit in. He had enough slip from slick which dripping down his chin at the moment.  But, he worried that it would be too much of a stretch. His eyes watched you as he inserted the last finger and the loud pitch squeak you let out scared him at first. But, the softness in your eyes as you looked down at him told him everything he needed to know.  However, when you said it out loud, he got goose bumps.

“I feel so...full.” You moaned out. “I like it....”

Jack closed his eyes and lightly sucked on your clit as a response, watching as you trembled through your orgasm.  Your thighs locked him in further so he enjoyed the ride of your hips bucking into the air.  His hands massaged your outer thighs expertly as you came down from your high and slowly released your hold on him.  Jack stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm with a satisfied smile.

“Ever wondered what you taste like?” He asked extending his wet index finger toward you.

You sucked the tip lightly, sending vibrations down to another part of Jack’s anatomy. You scrunched up your nose making him chuckle.

“Suit yourself...” Jack smirked before licking them clean in front of you.

You couldn’t help but be reminded that his tongue was doing exactly that inside of you just moments ago. You moved to cover your face again, but he stopped you.

“Do you want to keep going?” Jack asked you. He turned to lay on his side next to you, coaxing your to do the same.

His caressed your cheek with his thumb as he waited for your response. When you continued to stare at him, he gave you a kiss on the forehead.  He motioned to get up, but your shaky hand stopped him.

“I want to keep going.” You nodded. “I was just wondering...how I could do more for you...”

Jack’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “I’ll be honest, I’m already on brick just seeing you like this.”

Your face showed that you were dissatisfied with that response making Jack laugh.  He sighed and removed his underwear, tossing it on the floor.  You peered down, eyes wide seeing his member stand all on it’s own.  You crawled over to it and looked at Jack for permission. He nodded and you tapped the tip lightly. He sucked in air through his teeth making your recoiled in shock.

“Did that hurt?” You asked.

“No...and yes...” Jack said honestly. “It’s uh, really sensitive, you know. Here, let me show you how to...”

He gripped the base of his cock, giving his thick pale member, long stokes from base to tip.  You watched intensely which made Jack feel a little bashful. He was basically jerking off in front of a virgin. How pathetic could that look?  Once your hand replaced his, he had no regrets.  Your hand was smaller than his which triggered the size kink in him.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of you touching him.  He could feel your curiosity, but also your nervousness as you played with it.  You tried a couple things like moving your fingers on the underside of his cock and twisting your hands around it.  Jack forced himself to moan out actual words so you knew how good of a job you were doing, but he knew they were blurring together.  He knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept it up.

Jack placed his hand on your wrist to stop you.  “If we keep going, I’m going to cum.”

“I want to see it.”  You said, looking at him with a bit of defiance for the first time that evening.

Jack almost gave in, just happy to see how into it you were. But, he felt you deserved a nice, hard-on for your first time.

“Another time?”  Jack suggested, getting up to get a condom. 

Maybe even later. Jack thought, but he didn’t want to say it out loud. Jack climbed back on the bed, turning you on your back.  

“Are you r--”

“Yes, I’m ready.” You nodded.  You said it with confidence, but Jack could see the timidness in your eyes.

“Alright, I got you, baby.” Jack kissed you deeply before adding. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jack.” You smiled.

Jack moved the little fabric covering your pussy to the side and positioned himself at your entrance. Just his tip alone felt like it was going to bust you apart.  Jack laced his fingers with yours, resting his forehead on yours as well before pushing in.  You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Ah, it’s  a lot...” You choked out. Jack stopped immediately and waited.

He kissed a couple of tears that came out of your eyes, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.  You sighed deeply before nodding,

“Keep going.”

“You sure?” Jack asked.

“Yes....”

Jack pushed in more and you squeezed his hand tighter, making him stop. He watched your face, wishing he could get you to open your eyes, but knew that would happen once the pleasure kicked in.

“Is it almost in?” You asked.

Jack glanced down seeing about half his member still outside you. In the most convincing voice he could muster he responded, “Yeah.”

“Then do it.” You said, looking him the eyes. “I can take it....”

Jack looked at you like you were crazy. “Y/n...”

“Please, I just want to feel--” You bit your lip and sighed. You were clearly embarrassed for having to beg for it so, Jack took you out of your misery.

“Okay...okay...” Jack cooed.  He held your hip with his free hand and he slid fully inside you.

Jack closed his eyes. It was as amazing as he imagined. It took all of his self-control not to pull out and ram into you again just to recreate the sensation. Your juices were plentiful and your core caressed his cock like it was welcoming him home.

He slipped his hands below your back and hugged you to his chest as you got used to his size. You hugged him back, rubbing his back softly, thanking him for waiting for you.  Jack shook his head, as he sang one of the songs on your playlist in your ear.  He was enjoying himself.  Feeling you so close to him, warming his cock, while listening to both of your favorite music. This was what sex was supposed to be.

“Jack, can we do it again?” You asked, quietly.

“Do what again?” Jack asked, laying you back down. He was concerned that you thought this was sex, but didn’t want to make you feel awkward about it. 

“You know, w-where you p-push in again?” You struggled to get the request out and he smiled.

“Absolutely...” Jack smiled into the crook of your neck.  You really were a natural and so cute with it too.

Jack began thrusting into you. He started slowly, waiting for your verbal cues and non-verbal cues of what to do next. You wanted to go faster, he went faster, you wanted harder, he went harder. He loved watching the faces you made and the moans you let out involuntarily. The sound of slapping skin was starting to get louder than the music.  Jack moved your legs around, throwing them over his shoulders or pushing them towards your chest to get better and better angles.  After feeling your orgasm once, he recognized the tremor in your core. His thrusts got harder and he used his thumb to run circles around your clit.  He knew his release was coming even soon as well and he wanted to get there with you.

“Look at me, baby.” Jack said, “I need to see your eyes to...”

Jack couldn’t even finish the sentence. Seeing you open your eyes and stare at him in that seductive expression made him bust. He knew it wasn’t intentional, it was just your f*cked out face, but goodness was it beautiful. He felt you clench around him, calling out his name one more time as you hit your climax.  You both stayed still, riding out your highs by playing a final round of tongue hockey.  Once he was soft, Jack slowly pulled out of you, and got up to dispose of the condom.  

You laid here for awhile, smiling to yourself.  You enjoyed it...a lot.  There were parts of it that made you embarrassed to think about, but those were the ones that aroused you the most.

Jack retuned to the bed and held out his hand for you. You suddenly realized that there was water running.  You took Jack’s hand and he kissed it.

“Your bath is almost ready, princess.”  He kissed up your arm to your cheek. “Welcome to Jack After Sex.”

You laughed loudly at the outrageousness of his comment. It sounded like a late night talk show, but it broke the tension in terms of what to say or do next. Jack smiled brightly which turned into a laugh as well. You had worried about your first time for a long time and heard many horror stories. But in this moment you realized just how lucky you were to have this experience with Jack and you looked forward to many more.

A/N: This was a lot longer than I thought it would be. Oops lol

[twinklelilstarkey]

hey girl, i was hoping you could do a dad!rafe imagine where rafe and the reader hear their baby say her first word? love your stories btw❤️

First Word - Dad!Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.5k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Rafe's a dad? (It's been a while since I've written anything like this, so, continue with caution)

Y/D/N = Your daughter's name

Y/D/N has gotten close to saying a good few words, in Rafe's opinion. But all of them are debatable. You don't want to bring him down but most of the time she supposedly says "ball", it truly just sounds like "baw" and she does like to change it to "daw" - which Rafe has said it's her way of saying "dog".

Again, all of it is debatable. And you tend to have Sarah on your side most of the time this becomes a discussible moment in family meals, but Rafe is still very much focused on this aspect. He'll listen to every single sound that comes out of that toddler and then almost break his neck to give you a "that was a close one, did you hear it?" look.

Y/D/N vocabulary is mostly babbling and there's no shame in it, she's still very young. You know that and Rafe surely knows that too. He may pressure Y/D/N to let it all out sometimes, but he means no harm with it.

So, you don't exactly stress about this. Even when your heart breaks a little every time Rafe keeps on trying to get her to say stuff like 'dada' or anything along with those syllables, but they all go ignored. He's not one to get upset over this sort of thing, but you like to believe you've become permanently hormonal after having a kid, so you can tear up every time your daughter ignores his wishes.

You've noticed that you have also incorporated into your routine the repeating of the syllables to your daughter while Rafe is still at work, but it still is hard for her to understand what in the heck the two of you are asking her to do.

The two of you ended up slowing down with this whole thing when your mom came over and told you how long you took to say a word - aka, setting realistic standards in your brains.

But, everything quickly changed with only one night. Tonight.

Y/D/N is famous in your household for being able to get off her bed in the middle of the night every time she needs anything. Which can be annoying, but useful sometimes. For example, it's easy for her to run out of her room to yours whenever she has a nightmare - facilitating your way to her, since you would probably knock something over with your sleepy walk, and would spare you from the heart-attack that is waking up in the middle of the night with your baby crying.

And that's exactly what happened tonight. She had a bad dream and her first reflex when waking up, was cleaning off her tears, and running out of her bedroom.

You and Rafe are dead asleep. Tired from both of your jobs. A pan could fall on the floor and you wouldn't even wake up with it.

She carefully walked over to your side of the bed and looked up in the darkness, hoping that you would see her if you were awake. But nothing. A small pout later, she blindly walks over to the other side of the bed, where, thankfully, Rafe's arm is hanging off the side.

When she feels it, she clings to it and moves it around, but to no avail. Rafe was indeed starting to wake up, but with the deep sleep that he's in, it will still take a while for him to register the touch and even a little bit more to register that's not a ghost trying to yank him off the bed.

Growing frustrated, and even sadder, Y/D/N started to pull on the blanket too. And still nothing.

After a few seconds of more pulling on Rafe's hand, something came out of Y/D/N's mouth. She was scared of being too loud in such a silent place, so it also just left her as a mumble.

"Dada?"

It took exactly 3.4 seconds for Rafe to just open his eyes and register what in the fuck just happened. His eyes, now, wide and heart pumping blood like he just ran a marathon.

He turned on the light quickly to see his daughter, messy-haired, with her little dinosaur onesie, teary eyes, and her infamous pout. It took him a little bit to understand what's going on, but he spill pulled her up to the bed.

Y/D/N didn't waste any time and just snuggled onto her dad's chest, as always, hiding her sad face on the side of his neck. His hand laid across her back, comforting her while he questioned everything that he just heard.

Did she say it or did he just dream it?

He takes a look at your side of the bed and you're still fast asleep, by his side, arm over his torso and practically using his torso as a pillow too.

"Hey..." Rafe whispers to Y/D/N, trying to make her come out of her hiding spot, "You okay?"

She shakes her head while still clinging to him.

"Was it a dream?"

A nod.

"A bad one, uh?" He continues to whisper.

A little sniffle was all that he gets as an answer. He presses a little kiss over her shoulder and continues to run his hand up and down her back, giving her as much comfort as he can and as silently as he can.

The possible first word is not exactly leaving his mind but his priority happens to be the child in his arms as off right now.

After some long few minutes, Y/D/N lifts up her head back up and Rafe looks at her. He wipes the tears off her cheeks with his spare hand, and she sniffles a little again.

"You feeling better?" He asks her.

She gives him a little nod.

You shift a little beside him, which made him, and later Y/D/N look over at you. It looks like you're waking up, which doesn't surprise Rafe since the light has been on for some time and now that Y/D/N has moved, it's coming directly at you.

"What time is it?" You whisper while hiding your face on Rafe's side.

"Probably around 3." Rafe answers.

A little hand lays over your head, making you look up and smile as Y/D/N looks down at you.

"Hi, princess." You tell her. "What are you doing in this part of the house, uh?"

As you talk, you poke her side and a small giggle comes out of her mouth. Now, also smiling down at you.

"She had a nightmare." Rafe explains.

Y/D/N looks over at Rafe as he speaks, naturally, louder than before since you're already awake. Then, she looks back at you, and back at him again, obviously entertained with something.

She opens her mouth to let out a babble, but stops midway through, looking Rafe dead in the eyes and saying.

"Da...da."

It almost sounded like she was testing the sound of her own words as she said it so slowly, but you and Rafe almost go into shock. Rafe almost has another almost-heart-attack too.

Your toddler looks at the two of you as you two look at her with pure shock and an innocent chuckle comes out of her, not exactly knowing what's going on but finding your faces funny.

You looked up at Rafe, sitting up on the bed as he continues to lean back on the headboard, still sort of laying down, and you scrub your eyes.

Did she just...

"You heard it too, right?" Rafe asks.

"Yap." You nod.

"It's the second time she says it and it's the weirdest thing ever."

You ignore the humor bubbling in your chest as Rafe's tone continues to be monotone while his face continues to be in pure shock, but Y/D/N does the laughing for you.

Rafe's shocked face relaxes slightly at the sound of her giggles and you run your fingers through his messy hair, trying to get it to sit in one direction only.

"Come on, dada." You playfully tell him, hand still on his hair, "You gotta celebrate your achievement."

Rafe sort of relaxed completely at that and just pulled Y/D/N close to him again, starting to pepper her small face with kisses.

Her giggles fill the room again as she tries to escape from the attack and you just smile at the scene. Your heartwarming for every little cute second of it and practically exploding at the sight of the both of them.

When finally able to get away from Rafe, she crawls from his chest and jumps to get to you, away from his hands so that she can get some air in the midst of her giggles. Rafe fakes trying to get to her a few times, making her let out some squeals and even more laughter. Her little feet go up in your lap as he fakes grabbing them.

Rafe pauses for a second, letting her take her time to calm down, and you kiss the top of her head.

It'll probably be difficult to get her to fall back asleep after so much laughter, but it truly feels worth it after what just happened.

Eventually, you lay back down with Y/D/N in your arms and Rafe looks down at the two of you, playing with his toddler's strands of hair as she plays with your shirt.

His smile is permanently on his face now, nothing could wipe it away anymore.

Especially not after god damn "dada", that's for sure.

I am so rusty, I am so sorry if this sucks! I did my best ❤️

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[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

[9tzuyu]

rest assured, i will be there.

note: i don’t experience this so if anything is wrong at all i’m sorry :(. i tried to do as much research (even watched a short documentary!), but that doesn’t and won’t ever compare to ever having gone through it. i hope this was okay!

oooh fun fact: i put lemonade as one of the drinks because lemons are said to have anti-inflammatory enzymes in it!

also lol writing on a 50mg vyvanse rn when i normally take a 30mg. no wonder im getting shit published #yasss

warnings: none? deals with bodily pain, but idk if that needs a warning!

not thoroughly proofread! any and all mistakes are mine!

prns: they/them

🏷: @c-is-writing my bff and one of my favorite people fr. also this isn’t your gift fic btw, that will hopefully be better than this !!

. . .

you woke up already knowing what kind of day it was going to be. everything hurt – your shoulders, lower back, legs, arms. everything.

and nothing seemed to help.

the night before hadn’t been a pleasant one, but you tried not to worry natasha. she’d given you your meds with a cup lemonade and a half hour long massage until you’d finally reassured her enough that you were okay to sleep.

she stayed up talking to you, trying her best to distract your mind from focusing on the pain. sometimes it helped, other times not so much. the fact that natasha always tried to help you in any way she could never failed to make you feel even just a little bit better though.

when you finally shut your eyes natasha held you close, carefully rubbing your body in the places she knew hurt you the most. she didn’t care at all about losing sleep over you, despite your ongoing protests over it.

you’d almost given up on arguing with her over it because you know natasha wasn’t one to listen when her mind was already set on something or someone.

. . .

there was a scheduled meeting in an hour for the avengers. you wracked your brain for what it could possibly be about, but the days prior that were full of pain had put a temporary block in your mind.

nonetheless, you brushed you teeth, showered and took your meds as per usual. although this time you hoped just a little bit more than yesterday that the rest of today wouldn’t get worse.

“hey sunshine, you’re up.” natasha greeted, a warm smile written over her face. “how are you feeling?”

you shrugged, “i’m okay. still hurting, but i think i can manage.”

the redhead nodded, sympathy pouring from her eyes. “well if it gets worse let me know, okay? we’ve got a meeting in twenty. c’mon, i’ll help you there and i’ll make breakfast when we get back, whatever you want.”

you wanted to be happy, but her lightened mood didn’t help with your unnerving guilt. “i’m sorry you have to put up with this.”

natasha frowned, “no, don’t apologize for anything. you can’t control it and you’re not bothering me, so don’t even let yourself go down that trail of thought.”

“i love you so much,” you whispered into her neck, happy to accept the kiss she placed on your cheek.

“i love you more.”

“that’s impossible.”

“anything’s possible,” she reminded you, arms securely wrapped around your waist.

. . .

halfway through the meeting you were beginning to become hyper aware of how much your body was actually hurting.

you shifted uncomfortably in your chair. natasha’s eyes took notice immediately and she reached for your hand under the table, offering you a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

“now we need to do better on-”

you noticed the pain shooting through your leg all the way into your back and into your shoulders.

“and as you can tell as a team we-”

fury’s voice was fading in and out between trying to focus on the meeting and making failed attempts at blocking out your pain.

it was unbearable, your whole body felt like needles were jabbing at your skin and into your muscles.

“so how do we fix-”

and then it all became too much.

“fuck!”

everyone’s eyes were on you now, curious as to know why you’d shout such a thing in the middle of an important conversation. your eyes began to water, both pain and embarrassment making themselves known.

“i’m sorry i-”

“they need to go to the hospital! i’ll let them explain it later, but for now just continue on with the meeting.” natasha ordered the team before picking you up with both arms.

you don’t remember much on the way to the hospital, or even the admission process. the next thing you knew you were woken up from a fuzzy sleep with natasha by your side.

her head was folded into her arms on your bedside with a soft hold on your hand tucked underneath. her lips lightly grazed over your palm, kisses left behind every two minutes.

“nat?”

she shot up immediately, “hi baby.”

“i missed you even though i was asleep,” you mumbled while natasha giggled, “well i’m here now. i always will be. they’ve got you on some pain medication. it’s a little bit stronger than what you’re used to, but everything’s okay.”

“where’s the team? did you tell them i’m sorry?”

she shook her head, offering you a cup of water to sip on. “no baby, i didn’t. you have nothing to be sorry for, remember?”

“yeah…”

“it’s true.” she reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. this only caused you to pout though.

“lips?”

natasha playfully rolled her eyes. “of course, sweetheart.”

“your lips are always so soft. i love it when you kiss me.”

“believe me, i know you do. and you know i love kissing you just as much as you love kissing me.”

“i think i like it a little more than you though, natty.” your dazed smile brought warmth to her heart.

“you keep thinkin’ that,” natasha grinned. “the team’s in the waiting area, would you like for me to tell them what happened? and would you like to see any of them? they’re all really worried, but there’s no pressure of course.”

“you can tell ‘em, and you can let everyone back here.”

“are you sure? it’s okay if you still need to rest. we’ll all be here.”

“i’m sure. i’m okay, nat, thank you though.”

“alright, well i’ll be right back. don’t move or anything just yet.” she instructed before making her wait out of the room.

“i’ll be here.”